THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS LOVE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Lucian’s POVNoticing how even more quiet the house was than usual, I strode through the halls with measured steps, my mind preoccupied with the weight of the day. But as soon as I reached my bedroom door and pushed it open—I froze.Something was off. In fact, everything was amiss, because the room staring right back at me was empty. My eyes swept across the space, my chest tightening slightly when I noticed the absence of her things.The vanity table where Brenda’s little accessories used to sit? Cleared.Her side of the closet? Vacant.The faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, but it was the only trace of her left behind.She was gone.A strange feeling gripped me, something I couldn’t immediately place. My first instinct was to tell myself it wasn’t because of anything deep—of course not.It was just the inconvenience of it all that I was feeling this way.Yes. That was it.People would talk—especially at work.I could already hear the whispers."The great Lucian Kingsle

Lucian's POVI wasn’t sure how long I sat at Brenda's door, my back pressed against the door, my elbows resting on my knees. I had knocked on the door a few times but she would either not answer me at all or yell at me to go away. The weight of everything pressed down on me—regret, guilt, confusion.The realization that I loved Brenda had shaken me to my core, but now that I had acknowledged it, I didn’t know what to do with it.Love wasn’t supposed to be part of this.This marriage had been a strategic move, a well-crafted plan to get my parents off my back. And it had worked. But now… now things had spiraled into something I had never anticipated.I had hurt her. Over and over again.And now she was crying because of me.Her voice had been thick with emotion when she yelled at me to go away, and it tore through me like a blade. I had never been able to handle her tears, and knowing I was the reason behind them made it worse.I took a slow breath, steeling myself.Then, in a softer

Brenda's POVLucian's question still hung in the air before me waiting for an answer, yet I didn't know what to say to him. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, my mind racing through the memories I had buried so deep—the blood, the fear, the cold night when I ran for my life.I remembered that night at Lucian’s mansion, when the cops were after me, when I had been desperate for shelter. When he had asked me in that dark night how I ended up there, and I—shaking and breathless—told him about finding out my father was murdered and how, while trying to flee from the same assailant, I got entangled in another crime.Back then, he hadn’t seen my face clearly. The darkness had shrouded my identity. He never recognized me. Not then. Not now.And I needed to keep it that way.If I repeated the story now, if I gave even a shred of that truth, Lucian—intelligent, calculating Lucian—would piece it together.He would know.So I swallowed down the truth, ignoring the burn in my throat,

Brenda’s POVA dull ache pulsed through my body the moment I stirred awake, stretching lazily against the soft sheets. At first, I frowned, wondering why every muscle in me felt so deliciously sore. Then, like a tap being switched on, memories of last night rushed in, flooding every corner of my mind.Lucian. His hands. His lips. His body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. And then, the sex!We freaking had sex!A deep blush crept up my cheeks as I bit my lip, warmth spreading through my chest. I had given myself to Lucian—fully, completely. It wasn’t just my first time; it was my first time with someone I loved. Someone who, for the first time, I believed loved me back.I was glad I gave away my virginity to someone like Lucian and not Ralph who chose to betray me instead.I let out a small, contented sigh, sinking deeper into the mattress. Last night had been intense, breathtaking, and unlike anything I had ever imagined. Every touch, every whisper while stroking deep inside me, ev

Brenda’s POVLucian’s fingers were warm as they curled around mine, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he never wanted to let go. We sat in the back seat of his sleek black car, the city lights casting a soft glow through the tinted glass. The hum of the engine and the distant chatter of pedestrians outside blended into a low, soothing murmur.I couldn’t stop smiling.Everything about this moment—about us—felt so surreal. Just weeks ago, my world had been nothing but uncertainty and struggle. And now? Now I was here, my fingers intertwined with Lucian’s, heading toward an evening gala as his wife.I turned slightly, my gaze trailing over his sharp, striking features. His jawline, defined and strong, his dark eyes focused ahead as he absentmindedly stroked my palm with his thumb. The smallest of gestures, but one that sent a warmth spiraling through my chest.As I looked back out the window, watching the city glide past us in a blur of neon and moonlight, my mind drifted back to the morni